Shades of light pass through this room
And remind me
There was once a world
Outside of this stricken maze
Our great teacher
With sickened feeling of what lies within
Sporadic thought, spawning its messy web of insanity
Living from the heart and breath alone
And all that is dear
Taken by wind and time
And have such a need to be strong?
Of fighting and living
Wrought so completely with pain
But a restless longing for death
Hidden, beneath this face
- Beneath This Face
- Caucus of Mind
- The Order of Destiny
- Ignotum Per Ignotius
- 1. Bereft
- 2. The Noise Of Depression
- 3. Psychotropic Transgressio..
- 4. Esoteric
- 5. Morphia
- 6. Dissident
- 7. The Laughter Of The Ignor..
- 8. Passing Through Matter
- 9. Creation (Through Destruc..
- 10. Grey Day